Sara groves

Childhood summer

Sara groves
Grab a shovel
Grab a pail
We might be gone all day
Acting out these fairy tales
Running jumping in the waves

Chorus
I miss innocence
I miss the arms of my mother
I miss feeling light
Like a childhood summer
Childhood summer

Grown up burdens
Consequence
Hear the wolves bay at the door
So much concrete
Evidence
We're not children any more

Chorus twice

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